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BOOK I

Froo this way" and "this isn’t what I wanted" They’re justas "supposed to," and what you want doesn’t matter All that matters is what happened

--GEORGIA MASON

I honestly have no idea what’s going on any I can hit

--SHAUN MASON

My naia Carolyn Mason I a, the class of people ere under two years of age when the dead first started to walk My biological family is presumably listed somewhere on The Wall, an anony They didn’t live to see the new one

My adoptive parents have raised me to ask questions, understand the realities of my situation, and, in times of necessity, to shoot first They have equipped h this blog, I will do my best to share my experiences and opinions as openly and honestly as I can It is the best way to honor the family that raised me; it is the only way I have to honor the fa to tell you the truth as I understand it You can take it from there

--Froia Mason, June 20, 2035

So George says I have to write a "e Supporters says I will I am personally opposed to mission state the fun out of everything I tried telling George this She toldShe then threatened physical violence of a type I will not describe in detail, as it ht unsettle and upsetaof sound s with sticks, do stupid shit for your amusement, and put it all on the Internet where you can watch it over and over again Because that’s what you want, right?

Glad to oblige

--Fro of Shaun Mason, June 20, 2035

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My story ended where so : with a man--in this case, un to the base ofbetter suited to a horrorI rehts on the blood test unit turn red, one by one, until my infection was confirmed I remember the look on Shaun’s face when he realized this was it--it was really happening, and there wasn’t going to be any clever third act solution that got ainst , because it et hurt because ofwe’d never planned for I always knew that one day he’d push his luck too far, and I’d lose hi me I wanted to tell him it would be okay I wanted to lie to him I remember that: I wanted to lie to him And I couldn’t There wasn’t time, and even then, I didn’t have it inthis was it; this wasI wanted to say to the world This was the thing I was going to be judged on, now and forever I reo I re the trigger

I shouldn’t re after that That’s where my story ended Curtain down, save file, that’s a wrap Once the bullet hits your spinal cord, you’re done; you don’t have to worry about this shit anymore You definitely shouldn’t wake up in a less, practically barren roo facility, with no one to talk to but some unidentified voice on the other side of a one-way mirror

The bed where I’d woken up was bolted to the floor, and so was thebedside table It wouldn’t do to have the s at the mirror that took up most of one wall Naturally, the ith the mirror was the only ith a door--a door that refused to open I’d tried waving ht hold a motion sensor, and then I’d searched for a test panel in the vain hope that checking out clean would o and release me

There were no test panels, or screens, or ocular scanners There wasn’t anything inside that see all by itself I grew up in a post-Rising world, one where blood tests and the threat of infection are a part of daily life I’ units before I just couldn’t re else: clocks There was nothing to let me kno much time had passed since I woke up, much less how much time had passed before I woke up There’d been a voice froI reia Mason What the fk is going on here?"--and he’d gone aithout answering ht have been ten hours ago The lights overhead glared steady and white, not sopast